Zhang Guizi, who was laughed at by Leng Feng, looked even more gloomy, with anger showing on his face.
It has to be said that this Zhang Guizi is really a weird guy. Although he is angry, he still laughs.
The face was cold, but the corners of the mouth were smiling, which looked extremely incongruous.
Leng Feng raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Zhang Quezi, I think, if it really doesn't work, you can just call me 'dear grandpa' three times. Anyway, you won't lose a piece of meat, so why bother your own apprentice? Look at your apprentice, he is so timid, he looks so pitiful!"
The man with a crew cut, Niu Dalong, was also pleading in a low voice.
"Master, please spare me. I am really no match for Luo Siwei. She has studied Taoism with Master Leng for more than 20 years, but you only taught her how to raise and control corpses. I cannot beat her."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Quezi slapped him in the face, making Niu Dalong's mouth crooked and his eyes twisted.
"You bastard, how can you admit defeat? That would be embarrassing for me, Zhang!"
Zhang Quezi glared at Niu Dalong fiercely.
Niu Dalong lowered his head and dared not say anything. He knew that his master Zhang Quezi had a bad temper.
Master Jiang stood by and watched the excitement, but I felt it was very boring.
After all, the reason I came to the Green Bamboo Forest this time was to get a black beard fruit to save people, but now it seems that I may not be able to get the black beard fruit.
Originally, Shan Daye wrote me a check for two million, but Zhang Quezi was not interested in money at all.
"Master Jiang, I think that Cripple Zhang and that guy called Leng Feng might fight each other. Why don't we leave here now? It's better to have less trouble than more, so as not to bring trouble to ourselves!"
Master Jiang nodded and said, "Okay, let's leave first. We can think of other ways later. Maybe other Taoists will have black beard fruits. We will go back to the city and think of a solution later!"
"Um!"
Nodding, Master Jiang and I slowly walked down the stairs in front of the bamboo house, and without saying a word, we prepared to leave.
Leng Feng didn't know us at all, so he didn't care.
However, just when Master Jiang and I walked a few steps out,
Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter.
Then the laughter stopped abruptly, and a figure stood in front of Master Jiang and me.
The man was Zhang the Lame who was leaning on a crutch.
Even though he was using a crutch, Zhang Cuzi's legs and feet were quite strong.
Before Master Jiang and I could say anything, Zhang Quezi said with a smile, "You two are Taoist priests, are you willing to be my apprentices?!"
His words stunned both Master Jiang and I.
Before we could react, the lame man said to us in a low voice with a cold face: "Don't worry, as long as you take care of the disciple of the old ghost Leng today, I will give you two black-bearded fruits."
"One male black-bearded fruit and one female black-bearded fruit! How about that?"
I was naturally happy to hear this, but when I thought of that cold-faced woman, I couldn't help feeling upset.
When I was in the park of South China University, I met the cold-faced woman, and I also knew that the cold-faced woman's Taoism was higher than mine. Now my Taoism has not improved much, so how can I be a match for that Luo Siwei
Master Jiang bowed to Zhang the Lame and said, "Master Zhang, it's not that we don't agree, it's just that we both already have masters. If we acknowledge you as our master now, it would be against the master's teachings... I can't do that!"
But Zhang the Cripple also has his own explanation.
He lowered his voice, afraid that people would hear him, and said coldly: "What is impossible? It doesn't matter if a Taoist priest has several masters. Forget it, I won't accept you as my disciples. Just help me deal with Leng Feng's disciple today. As long as you can defeat that little girl, I will give you two black-bearded fruits, one male and one female!"
I don’t recognize the master, I just help!
This is nothing to Master Jiang and me.
Master Jiang looked at me.
Seeing me nod, Master Jiang said, "Okay, then we agree!"
When he heard that we agreed, Zhang Cuzi started laughing strangely again.
Our conversation with Zhang Guizi just now was very quiet, so Leng Feng and Luo Siwei in the distance didn't hear it.
Seeing Zhang Quezi's strange smile, Leng Feng urged him unhappily, "Zhang Quezi, are you going to compete or not? If not,
If you do this, you must kneel down and kowtow to me and call me "grandfather" three times. Otherwise, when I leave here, I will tell everyone about you, Zhang the Lame. Don't blame me when your enemies come looking for you."
It seems that Leng Feng is a ruthless character who will do something shady if he disagrees with something.
"Okay, okay, I agree!"
At this time, Zhang the Cripple pointed at Master Jiang and said to Leng Feng with a smile: "Old Ghost Leng, I, Zhang, am naturally not afraid of you. Since you insist on having a competition, then fine, let my eldest disciple..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Guizi suddenly remembered that he didn't know my and Master Jiang's names yet.
He then asked us a few more questions in a low voice, and we told him our names.
Zhang Quezi said loudly: "Ahem... Then let my eldest disciple Jiang Shaoyun compete with your disciple Luo Siwei!"
When Zhang Quezi pointed at Master Jiang and said that he was his eldest apprentice, Niu Dalong, a man with a crew cut standing in the distance, was stunned.
He stared at his master Zhang Chu in surprise, wondering when his master had accepted such a disciple.
"You said he was your eldest disciple?"
Leng Feng knew Zhang Quezi quite well. He knew that Zhang Quezi had only one apprentice named Niu Dalong, but he had never heard of any other apprentices.
Leng Feng shouted angrily, "Zhang the Cripple, are you fucking kidding me? I came all the way here to see you, not to be fooled by you. You only have one disciple, how come a second one suddenly appeared!"
Zhang the Cripple shrank his shoulders, pointed his cane at Master Jiang, and said to Leng Feng with a smile: "I'm not kidding you, he is my apprentice. If you don't believe me, ask him!"
Master Jiang's face was full of laughter and tears at this moment.
Leng Feng's face was full of anger. He stared at Master Jiang, feeling furious.
Although he has been teaching his apprentice Luo Siwei for more than 20 years, his apprentice's Taoist skills are definitely inferior to those of a Taoist priest in his 40s.
"Jiang Shaoyun, right?"
Master Jiang nodded.
"Let me ask you, are you Zhang the Cripple's apprentice?"
Master Jiang looked at Zhang Guizi and saw that he was still smiling. He thought of Zhang Guizi's moody personality and then, Master Jiang bit his tongue.
After gritting his teeth, he nodded and bowed to Leng Feng and said, "That's right, Master Leng, I am indeed my master's apprentice!"
At this time, not only Niu Dalong was an idiot, but Leng Feng's face was also extremely gloomy.
Luo Siwei over there had fire in her eyes and a cold expression on her face.
Instead, Zhang the Cripple kept tapping the ground with his crutch and laughing so hard that he fell backwards.
"Hahaha... Did you hear that? Old Ghost Leng, he said he's my disciple. How about we compete to see whose disciple is more powerful?"
"If your disciple, Leng Laogui, loses, you must kneel down and call me 'dear grandpa' three times! No, don't call me three times, just call me once. I'm really afraid that you will call me old!..."
This lame guy was really shameless. He took the opportunity to mock Leng Feng.
As for Leng Feng, he pursed his lips, looking unhappy.
But in the end, Leng Feng, who had figured it out, squinted his eyes, glanced slyly at Master Jiang and then at Zhang Quezi, and said with a big laugh: "Hehe, Zhang Quezi, your wishful thinking is not bad. But I remember when we agreed that year, we said that we would let the younger disciples compete with each other."
"Look at your eldest disciple Jiang Shaoyun, he must be no less than 40 years old. Do you want a 40-year-old man to bully a girl who is just in her early twenties?"
"If this gets out, you, Zhang the Lame, will probably become even more notorious. The most important thing is that this Jiang Shaoyun might have already been a Taoist priest when we made the agreement twenty years ago. If that's the case, it's not certain whether he was the one who taught you the Taoist arts!"
There is some truth to what Leng Feng said.
Master Jiang had actually joined the Taoist profession thirty years ago when he was in his teens.
After hearing Leng Feng's words, Zhang Guizi's expression became very unnatural.
He smiled coldly, with annoyance in his eyes.
Leng Feng on the opposite side spoke again, smiling and saying, "Speaking of which, Zhang Quezi, you are really funny. Look at your two disciples. One is about the same age as my disciple, but his Taoism is not good. The other one is okay, but he is too old. I think you should recognize him as soon as possible.
Just lose, don't do these nonsense. That will make me, Leng, look down on you!"
Leng Feng's words finally angered Zhang Quezi.
Zhang Cuzi stopped laughing. His eyes were gloomy and as still as a pool of stagnant water. He stared at Leng Feng.
Zhang Quezi started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth.
"You son of a bitch, old ghost Leng, I think you came here today just to pick a fight. Believe it or not, I will control the corpses and kill both of you, master and disciple."
Leng Feng had known about Zhang Quezi's ability to control zombies many years ago, and now that such a long time had passed, Leng Feng was still unsure of what kind of powerful zombies Zhang Quezi had developed. For example, when Zhang Quezi killed his enemy 20 years ago, he was already able to control green-haired zombies. What about now
Now that I think about it, I'm afraid Zhang Guizi will be even more powerful.
Leng Feng could not help but frown. He knew that Zhang Guizi had a strange personality. If he really controlled the corpse to deal with him and his apprentice, it would be difficult for them to resist.
However, Leng Feng was still calm. He said in a deep voice: "Zhang Quezi, an agreement is an agreement. If you want to kill someone, I, Leng Feng, will fight you."
Suddenly, Zhang the Cripple started laughing strangely again.
Zhang Quezi laughed and said, "Hahahaha... Look at you, old ghost Leng. I scared you so much that your face turned pale! I was just trying to scare you. Since it's an agreement, I, Zhang Quezi, will not break it!"
At this point, Zhang Quezi pointed at me with his wooden crutch and said to Leng Feng, "Leng Feng, this guy is my third disciple who I recently accepted. His name is Yang Tianyi, and he is about the same age as your female disciple. Since you insist on competing, let the two of them compete!"
Damn it, I became Zhang Quezi's third disciple. If we had a white dragon horse, we apostles could all go to seek scriptures.
"Your third disciple?"
Leng Feng's expression kept changing, he couldn't cry or laugh.
He cursed Zhang Chu fiercely in his heart, "You old bastard, you actually found another person and said he was your apprentice. You are so shameless."
Zhang Quezi grinned and said to Leng Feng with a smile: "Yes, he is my third apprentice. If you don't believe me, you can ask him!"
(to be continued)
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